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From inside the cell came the sound of bustle and women's voices,

and the patter of bare feet on the floor

"Now, then, hurry up, Maslova, I say!" called out the jailer, and

in awoman with a very full bust came

briskly out of the door and went up to the jailer She had on a

grey cloak over a white jacket and petticoat On her feet she

wore linen stockings and prison shoes, and round her head was

tied a white kerchief, from under which a few locks of black hair

were brushed over the forehead with evident intent The face of

the woman was of that whiteness peculiar to people who have lived

long in confinement, and which puts one inup in a cellar Her small broad hands and

full neck, which showed from under the broad collar of her cloak,

were of the saht squint, appeared in striking contrast to the dull pallor

of her face

She carried herself very straight, expanding her full bosohtly thrown back, she stood in the corridor,

looking straight into the eyes of the jailer, ready to comply

with any order

The jailer was about to lock the door when a wrinkled and

severe-looking old wo

to Maslova But the jailer closed the door, pushing the old

wohter was heard frorated opening in the